Page 99 of Silent Night, Savage Heart
“Damn, that feels good, baby.”
“Mmm, hmm,” she moans with my dick in her mouth.
Her suction deepens and becomes something more urgent. I’m learning that Peyton likes giving me head. It turns her on, but not half as much as it’s turning me on. Her hands slide under my robe, careful of bandages but definitely exploring. I slide my fingers in the crown of her hair as it bobs up and down, biting down on my lip to keep myself from bucking my hips up and fucking her mouth like the starving animal I feel like whenever I’m with her.
“I need to be inside you, Peyton, now,” I say thickly.
She releases my dick out of her mouth with a delicious pop, and I pull her onto my lap with my good arm, gently because of my ribs but determined because I need inside her.
"Blake," she breathes against my mouth as she slowly lowers herself down on me. “I want you so much.”
I map her body with my free hand, relearning curves I've memorized, finding the places that make her gasp. She's careful with my injuries, mindful of the bandages, but her touch is still demanding, still claiming.
"I love you," I say against her skin.
"I love you more.” Her hands are rough in my hair as I take one of her tits in my mouth. When I’m finally balls deep inside her, it's like coming home. Like finding the one place in Wintervale, in the whole damn world, where I actually belong.
Her luscious hips rock back and forth, as her wet pussy takes what she needs from me and gives me everything I’ve ever wanted. "Blake, please.”
"I know. It feels good as shit, baby. I’ve got you."
And I do.
I give her everything I can. My good hand, my mouth, my complete attention. She arches into my touch and says my name like a prayer as her sweet cunt strangles my cock in the best way possible.
"Look at me," I say, and she does. Her eyes are dark, dilated, full of trust I'm still learning to deserve. “You belong to me, Peyton. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
“I’m yours.” Her hips move harder and grind deeper, fucking me as if my dick is her prized possession. “Always.”
We move together, careful because of injuries but desperate because we almost lost this, almost lost each other. It's not the frantic coupling from before. This is slower, deeper, weighted with everything we've survived and everything we're promising to each other.
This is what it must feel like to make love to a woman.
"Blake!” She cries out my name on a gasp as she gets close. "I'm?—"
“Come for me, baby,” I growl
She does, clenching around me with my name on her lips. The sight of her coming like the fierce goddess she is sends me over the edge right after her. Afterwards, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, our hearts synchronizing.
It’s pure perfection.
"Merry Christmas," Peyton says, and laughs. "We're spending Christmas morning in bed after almost dying. That's very on-brand for us."
"We could make it a tradition. Almost die, have amazing sex, repeat annually."
"Or we could try not almost dying. That would be my preference.”
"Where's the fun in that?"
She swats my chest, gently because of my injuries, and settles against me. "What do you want for Christmas, Blake Delano?"
“Just this.” I press a kiss to her curls. "A future where we don't have to run or hide or pretend. Where we can just be together and build something solid.”
"That's what I want too.” We kiss again. This time it’s slower, more possessive. “You coming into my life is the ultimate gift.”
We decide that we’ll stay in bed for another day and allow Christmas to unfold around us quietly. I nap while she watches Christmas movies, then we eat, we fuck, and do it all over again for the remainder of the day.
Tomorrow we'll face the aftermath: the investigations, the board meetings, the legal battles with Edmund. But today we hold onto stolen moments in a hotel suite, just holding each other and remembering what we're fighting for. Something worth every risk, every sacrifice, every moment of fear we've survived.
Us.
We fall asleep like that, tangled together, choosing each other with every breath. And when we wake, we'll keep choosing. Every day. Hopefully, for the rest of our lives, if I have anything to say about it.
Together in Wintervale.
Always together.
THE END